BierSoggyBeard

Overwhelming numbers of netizens:
“Finally!!!”

“Send newts”

Instructions unclear.

For Science!

Special shout out if you are capable of manifesting both at once.

Similar to how you may bristle at rules and structure, but can’t function at all without them.

I refer to it as my Theme Music. Sit-Com energy. Maybe some stoner movie sometimes. Occasionally a darker, more serious flick. But, yes, 100% of the time, always. Except the first time I took meds.

The silence was actually terrifying.

Which should mean that it would be implicated in conservative thought processes, being as they are so fear-and-anger-driven in everything they do.

Am scientist.
Dear science, please stop. Just…
Don’t.

Reviewer 2 must be stopped

Wow! It really, really is just like this.

I mixed a harmless salt in water (called a tracer, because it’s easy to detect), and injected it into the ground. Then i used a huge pneumatic drill with a special geophysics tool (measuring resistivity) to chase down where the salt was moving before it diluted too much to find. Its called a Tracer Test, and it’s pretty common for characterizing aquifers. What made my test unique was proving the usefulness of a geophysics tool to chase down the changes in geochemistry.

Faster, more responsive than installing a network of monitoring wells ahead of time.

I’ve now told you enough that i may have absolutely given my identity away. Grad level science is a much smaller world than you might think.

Oh, please give me the opportunity. I love boring the shit out of people.

Oh, I have a small collection of figures like this that actually got published in geology papers. It’s a kind of fun game to get them past the reviewers, I guess.

Fair point

To clarify: Feynman could explain it, but can’t dumb it down enough for us mortals.

Came here to say almost exactly this :)

Malicious compliance.

cringes in Pittsburgh

Always felt to me like I have one foot in this world, and the rest of my whole being in the liminal space. Or like I’m watching the real world through a partially open door, but I’m quite a distance away from that door (down the hall).

Some days…reality just beats drugs.

Those are wasps, buddy, and it’s going to get worse.